Maybe in a world where children can go to school, church, the movies, or even a concert and become a fatal statistic, we will need people that are fearless. Unable to know what lies in the future, I trust that the Universe knows what will be required. My generation was born under the influence of social change and we were many with voices we found quite early. Among other things, we carried the torch for equal rights for all people.
We were also the first Disney generation. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White – all beautiful souls finding themselves in victim scenarios. They are sweet and kind and a little bruised by life, but they are saved by the Prince who brings them their crown and nobility. The message was clear throughout many of the stories told at that time – you have to be saved by the man. All three Princesses, deserving of the crown, but only reaching that status when they have found their plus – one.
Many years ago, I had a mentor who would make statements about the babies being born and the differences from previous generations being noted and observed. I came to believe through these observations with her that each generation comes in with it’s own set of skills that they will need for the world they will face.
When I was growing up, I remember wishing there was a place that could tell you everything you would ever want to know, at any given moment. I would tell my Grandmother this and she would say ” nobody knows everything! ” That place exists in the world today – the internet! We evolve and become what we need to be for what we will face in our lifetime. One of the simplest examples of this is seen with electronics. Getting a new television, I was obviously struggling with the unfamiliar remote control, but my Grandson, less than two years old, could pass by, pick up the remote, light it up, ( which it took me weeks to discover by the way) and change it to Curious George. That ability, I believe to be one of his inherent tools for the world he will be a part of. I know people from my generation that still refuse to be on the computer. They may not ever have to, but that looks less and less likely. I watched television grow from the status of being owned by the elite few to as common a personal possession in our homes as our refrigerators or stoves. The big cold storage computers I first saw at NASA have grown to be the handheld personal phones we all have. That is a lot of change, progress and growth ! I realize the world of twenty years from now will not be the same world I live in today.
I look at the world around me. A world where we have a leader who promotes us – and them – thinking and stirs the – ism pots keeping us all angry, divided, judging one another. We educate our children in places where we send them out each day, trusting they will be protected and watched over by eyes that care as they learn the things they need to know and gain socialization skills through their interactions with peers and others. The past decade has changed that norm taking it to a place that I believe to be well represented in a recent statement by a child who was involved in a school shooting in Texas. Her name was Paige and she stated to the press : ” I always felt like eventually, it would happen here. I wasn’t surprised, I was just scared. ” She wasn’t surprised. The weight of that statement took my breath away.
It makes sense that I enjoy social media. Facebook represents a running tally of what interests me: current events; places I was going or planned to visit; random thoughts about my life; things that made me laugh, cry, reflect, remind; as well as a loose record of the changes in the lives of friends and family. It is a fast way to keep in touch, though not as personable as talking face – to – face, or even on the phone, but it is a definite tool for keeping in touch that we did not have before. Pictures and memes completed…hey look this is funny…oh isn’t this sweet …or damn can you believe this is happening? I see it as a journal …a witness…a story .
With the birth of my Grandson in 2015, I began to notice the new generation. At the time of his birth, most of the people I knew who were having children or grandchildren ,were having boys and I wondered what the future held that we needed such an influx of males. It was not just the increase of males coming in that had me thinking though, it was also the girls.
The pictures I was seeing from media posts were not the little girls dressed as Cinderella or even Elsa. These were no tiara wearing fragile flowers; these girls were already strong individuals. They fought with their brothers announcing ” I ain’t no stinking princess, I am the King.” They faced a world I could not dream of. The future belongs to them and they are developing skills they will need for their journeys. I love the spirit of these young ones, the twinkle in their eyes and a confidence about them that makes you take note. I am in awe of this generation, for they are not the same. Sometimes even while looking at something, you are not really sure what you are seeing.
One Sunday, as I sat going through the posts of the evening and relaxing before I started out for the day, there was a picture of my cousin’s Granddaughter. She was getting ready to fly and the look on her face held me captive for several moments. Then I knew what it was about these girls that made me notice and take pride in them. They were fearless. If they wanted to be the King, or Captain America, there were no whispering doubts in their minds. They just dress the part and play the role and I have no doubt, they are going to be warriors. They are going to be whoever they need and want to be and it gives me great delight to bear witness.